“You have to go—or else she’ll browbeat them
into shortening her program. Besides, it’s a workday and I should get going
too.” Emily rested her cheek against Derian’s head. “Although I don’t know how
I’m going to concentrate on any of it. I can’t seem to think of anything
except…”
Derian finally had enough energy to sit up
and dragged Emily into her lap. “Except?”
Emily kissed her. “More.”
“There’s always more.”
“I’m very glad to hear that.”
Derian nuzzled her throat. “How about now?”
“Oh, that’s nice. A nice thought, I mean.”
Emily laughed. “And if you keep doing that, you’re going to get me started
again.”
Undeterred, Derian muttered, “I’m afraid
that’s not going to make me want to stop.”
Halfheartedly, Emily gripped her hair.
“Later?”
“When?” Derian said instantly. The idea of
being apart from her was strangely disturbing. She didn’t want to stop touching
her. Hell, she didn’t want to let her out of her sight. She had no idea what to
make of that.
“Come to dinner,” Emily said. “We still
haven’t had the red.”
“I’m sorry if we ruined last night’s bottle.”
“I stoppered it. Not form, I know, but it
will probably be fine.”
Derian frowned. “When?”
“When you fell asleep.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t feel you get out of
bed.”
Emily kissed her lightly. “You were sleeping
pretty heavily. By the way, I like watching you sleep.”
“Uh…okay. Good, I think.”
“Mmm. Very good.” Emily hopped out of bed,
just managing to escape Derian’s grasping hand. “Stop.”
Derian groaned.
“If I stay, I’m going to want you inside me
again, and you need to waylay Henrietta before she makes some kind of end run.”
“You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t
you?”
“I know you’re tougher than that.” Emily
leaned down, her breasts brushing Derian’s shoulder, and kissed her. “You can
always join me in the shower.”
“Not if you want to go to work anytime soon.
Like in the next week.” Derian grabbed Emily’s hand. “I’ll be thinking about
tonight all day.”
“So will I.”
*
Emily was determined to get some work done,
even though she couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. She thought
she’d known what it was like to make love with a woman, but she hadn’t even
begun to fathom the addictive, exquisite exhilaration of bringing Derian
pleasure. She loved knowing Derian desired her, loved running her hands over
Derian’s body, loved answering Derian’s need. She loved seeing her passion
reflected, her hunger met and matched. All she could think was again. Again.
Again. Again.
“Hello-o-o,” Ron called from the doorway.
With a start, Emily said, “Oh. Hi.”